It's a romantic full moon, when Pedro said, "Hey, mamacita, let's do Weeweechu."

Oh no, not now, let's look at the moon!" said Rosita.

Oh, c'mon baby, let's you and I do Weeweechu. I love you and it's the perfect time," Pedro begged.

"But I wanna just hold your hand and watch the moon." replied Rosita.

Please, corazoncito, just once, do Weeweechu with me."

Rosita looked at Pedro and said, "OK, one time, we'll do Weeweechu."

Pedro grabbed his guitar and they both sang.....

"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, Weeweechu a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year."

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

I cannot decide if I am offended , or just terrified...

 

Deck the harrs with berrs of horry
fa ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra

Tis the season to be gorry
fa ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra

A Christmas Story

Quote from: Slag on December 16, 2008, 08:15:22 AM
or just terrified...

I'm sure I'll have to go to the apology thread after this one but it's just too funny.  Oh, I'm a Christmas guy too so don't look into this poem to deep, like I said just funny is all.

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through my house
I tiptoed in secret, just like a louse.
Past the stockings I snuck, toward the bathroom, my lair,
in hopes that St. Nicholas would not be squatting in there!

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of flatulence danced in my head.
And me in my 'kerchief, and removing my cap,
had now settled down for a long winter's crap.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the throne to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
even though a twelve-inch stinker dangled from my ash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
illuminated my throne room, which really made me go,
when, what to my wondering eyes should emerge,
but a gigantic turd, and a tiny fart splurge.
With a little old stink, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles, their courses they came,
and he grunted and wiggled, and called them by name:
"Now Pooper! Now Dooper!
Now, Shitter and Vixen!
On, Crapper! On, Pudding!
On, Logger and Shitzen!
To the top of the toilet!
To the top of the wall!
Now flush away! flush away!
Flush away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
I wiped my ass with them so briskly, it near made me cry,
so up to the house-top the deposit, it grew,
with the toilet full of chocolate pudding, and tootsie rolls, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little poop.
As I drew in my head, and turned with a start,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came, with a big, loud fart.

He was dressed all in fur, from his toes to his crown,
and his clothes were all soiled with ashes and brown.
A bundle of shit he had flung on his back,
and his butt cheeks were ready to burst from his crack.

His eyes -- how they scrunched! His dimples, how red!
His cheeks were like roses, his anus, it bled!
His straining little mouth was drawn up like a loop,
and the beard on his chin was covered with poop!

The stump of a dumped pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the stench of it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a little 'ole face and a little round belly,
that shook when he farted, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a frequently constipated old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his ass
soon let me to know there was nothing left but gas.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and emptied his bowels, then turned with a jerk.
After filling the shitter and pinching his nose,
he gave a quick nod, and up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team let loose a fart,
And away they all flew like shoppers at Wal-Mart.
But I heard him exclaim, somewhat like a grump,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good dump!"

Quote from: dosgatos on December 16, 2008, 08:15:52 AM


Deck the harrs with berrs of horry
fa ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra

Tis the season to be gorry
fa ra ra ra ra
ra ra ra ra

A Christmas Story

"'Frageelay'...that's Italian."

Guess the Christmas Song:

OMG!

#19 is a little disturbing

Quote from: ♣ McKraut ♣ on December 16, 2008, 09:25:06 AM
#19 is a little disturbing

hehe... "hidey hooooo"

now how could anyone be terrified of a sweet little pair of darling chihuahuas?

i think the the disturbing one is # 5 ouch!

Quote from: RED on December 16, 2008, 10:54:48 AM
now how could anyone be terrified of a sweet little pair of darling chihuahuas?

Point taken  Since I should not be terrified,  I shall consider myself offended 

Quote from: RED on December 16, 2008, 05:05:13 AM
"Weeweechu a Merry Christmas"

<groan>

Quote from: muskrat on December 16, 2008, 08:22:12 AM
I'm sure I'll have to go to the apology thread after this one but it's just too funny.  Oh, I'm a Christmas guy too so don't look into this poem to deep, like I said just funny is all.

Dax, that's disgusting.



cdc

Quote from: L'Avatar D'Jour on December 16, 2008, 11:54:15 AM
<groan>

Whaaa? Whaaa? Where's the love?

Slag:....offended?

Whaaa? Whaaa? Where's the love?

Me and my dirty mind.  I thought WeeWeeChu meant .... 



cdc